…the who cares girl…

While we were in Spokane last weekend, the Boy’s parents and grandparents took us out to the Davenport Hotel for lunch.

According to the Boy’s mom the hotel had been “rundown” for a while, but someone had (wisely) pumped a bunch of money into renovations. It’s stunning.

Not that I am normally interested in paintings of ships, but this painting caught my eye, in kind of a creepy way. I kept expecting the waves to start moving–like in “Barton Fink”.

I also kept thinking of “The Shining”, but that’s just because I have a morbid imagination.

The Boy’s mother took me to the Peacock Room, which is wallpapered with black and gold and featured stained glass all over the place.

I love stained glass.

The Boy’s grandparents regaled us with stories from the Old Days, like how the ceilings in the main foyer used to be blacked over during war times and how they use to meet up frequently at the hotel and then the Boy’s grandfather would run five blocks to catch the midnight train. How sweet!

I’m also obsessed with chandeliers (of course).

Okay, I’ve had Katy Perry’s song “I Kissed a Girl” in my head now for about four days and I’m starting to get a little resentful. Briefly “There’s a Hole in the Bucket” broke through yesterday while I was doing the dishes, but since the only words I know are “there’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza…” it didn’t last long. Dammit!

The 4-5 hour trip from Seattle to Spokane is so mind-numbingly boring, I usually don’t even have to drug myself to sleep for the duration, the ride alone does it. This past weekend, however, at one point I woke up to witness a good-sized twister working its way across the flat land. It was the largest one I’d ever seen, and so exciting I didn’t bother to grab the camera because I didn’t want to miss it. I did, however, photograph the large fluffy clouds because they were nice to look at.

Okay, ready for “who’s your favorite character?” regarding a t.v. show that will not be named (mostly because I’m embarrassed, but I blame Rich over at fourfour who is always getting me to watch awful things I normally wouldn’t). Ronnie is too emotional and violent, so he’s out. The Situation is hideously ugly and awfully wrinkled for someone in his late 20s (although he does cook, that’s a plus). Pauly D. is slimy, just slimy, no way, so that leaves Vinny, who I actually think is quite cute. I enjoy the fact that he doesn’t prescribe to GTL (gym, tanning, laundry) and the recent claim by Snooks that he’s as “big as a watermelon” doesn’t hurt either.

As for the women? Pfft. Snooki is the easy winner. She backflipped and hair poufed her way into my black little heart. And how cute is it that they had to put a stool on the ground so she could see over the gelato counter? I love midgets.

How about you, blogreader? Who’s your favorite? (if you have no idea of what I’m talking about, GOOD, keep it that way)

I woke up to BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK and there is a mysterious brown stain near the back door. The dogs aren’t talking. Those bitches! I have now obtained a 2000 piece puzzle, but find that I’m not that interested in working on it. Well, let’s face it, without the A**erall, there isn’t any mania, it’s just a bunch of cardboard bits gathering dust on the kitchen table (that we never actually use for eating on).

Today’s goals are to call my mother, because I haven’t spoken to her in a WHOLE WEEK and no doubt she assumes I’m lying in a trash heap in Skid Row with a needle sticking out of my arm and dried vomit in my hair. Also to make butterscotch chip cookies. Jealous?

A little side project, the wig series, in Prismacolor on paper.

The check from the painting buyer still hasn’t arrived, and now his e-mails are becoming slightly threatening, and in all caps: “YOU MUST HAVE RECEIVED THE CHECK BY NOW. I NEED TO HEAR FROM YOU!” Like it’s somehow my fault I haven’t received his phony check? Hmph. How quickly the excitement dies down, ’round here.

I have, however, received an even phonier check in the mail for 3,200 dollars, which the Boy and I have researched on the interwebs and have deemed fake, even though neither one of us are really sure. I mean damn, they’re getting good at scams these days. If I was a little more naive I’d take it right down to the bank and deposit it, but I’m not. Um….right? Heh eh sigh.

The other day I “experimented” with a powder bronzer from my jumbo Sephora make-up palette by piling it on my face. A naked bronze face looks pretty frightening, so of course I had to add red lipstick and false eyelashes. It was a completely garish and tacky look in real life but it photographed pretty well. My teeth look so white.

This is one of those completely random shots that somehow works. My hair looks platinum. Like the children from “The Village of the Damned“.

The buyer for “Flapper with Purse” requested some more detailed photos. Admittedly I have gotten pretty apathetic with Etsy. Once the initial “thrill” wears off, you know, it’s just…there.

Another fake butterfly tattoo on my wrist. I have 5 sheets of nothing but butterfly tattoos in my possession. I was thinking about applying them all over my back and then taking pictures. Then again, I don’t want to have to scrub them all off.

Three and a half hours of sleep last night and I feel crackity-shackity today. I keep pouring coffee into my maw in efforts to perk up–it’s not workinggggg. Perhaps this afternoon I’ll put on a Swedish movie and take a nice little nappie-poo. Sleep deprivation and this body don’t mix very well. In fact, that was one of the reasons my therapist ruled out bi-polar disorder.

“Do you enjoy not getting very much sleep? Does it make you feel elated?” she asked.

“Uck, no, I hate it,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “That’s how you’re supposed to feel.”

Mildly nauseous, achy and whiny. I want to get one of those old fashioned bed trays for eating in bed for the purpose of bed blogging. Bed blogging sounds really good right now.

More progress photos. I’ve changed a few things since this photo was taken and now it looks soooo goooood. But it’s not quite finished. Of course.

Maaan, yesterday I was wrestling Bear Cub into the car and I dropped my beautiful turquoise plastic water bottle on the road and it went CRACK! Dammit, I was very fond of that water bottle. Never mind this metal bottle crap, I can’t stand those. GIVE ME PLASTICS!

This isn’t even a good photo, why am I posting it? Say, I think Maggie just farted.

Yesterday we went to Corinne’s new house and someone had left a pan of bacon grease in the backyard (?) and the girls slurped it all up when I wasn’t looking. Apparently the roommate watched it happen and DIDN’T EVEN STOP THEM. We’re talking old grease that had been baking in the sun for God knows how long.

Then Maggie puked all over their living room rug and both of them puked repeatedly in the backyard. Do you think they learned their lesson? Of course not. Dogs don’t learn lessons.

Not these dogs, anyway. For example, “When you bark incessantly at the cats next door then you have to come inside and hang out with Mommy“. Deterrent? Nope. Every day, BARK BARK BARK.

They don’t bark nearly as much when I’m actually outside with them. That’s nice for both of us. Currently my outdoor reading for the 10 billionth time is “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”. Love that book. Never gets old. “I remember thinking ‘Jesus, what a terrible thing to lay on someone with a head full of acid’.”

Corinne and I went to a Greek deli yesterday. I ordered a falafel sandwich and a cherry vanilla creme sodie and everything was heavennnnn. Her new house lacks the pretty landscaping of the old one but the plus side is her bedroom is much larger. She’s caring for plants now and it’s adorable watching her kill them off.

She just needs to watch this video, repeatedly:

The pre-highlighted hair. Interestingly when I highlight my hair the Boy gets all horny (that is, more than usual). I’m not exactly sure why that is. Wigs, to be certain, don’t produce that effect.

Christy gave me this glass ages ago. It’s amazing that it’s still intact. Of course, wine glasses were always the ones that got broken, weren’t they? And then later on I just switched to filling up a regular glass full of wine with a splash of juice, telling myself it was a spritzer, or something. Fuckin’ boo-ze.

Now this photo reminds me of the gynecologist’s office, unfortunately. I’m sure that’s not what I was thinking at the time. I’m sure I was just keeping cool, enjoying the breeze from 3 different fans. It’s been hot. I’m not complaining.

Maggie, Maggie, arf arf arf! Yesterday I caught her eating gum wrappers. Then she moved on the the fuzzy coating of a tennis ball. She acts like she’s starving, but she’s kind of chubby.

Oh yeah, this is some greeeeeaaaaaat photography here, Liz. One for the album! One for the album!!!

Today I have a Broad Date! And I get to visit her new home! And Cassy moved back to New Mexico! And…and…I don’t know what we’re gonna do but I’m sure it’ll be…FUN! Yes! FUN!!!

This morning I went and had highlights, for the third time. Originally I had planned to get down to a certain weight (ugh) before I “treated” myself to highlights, but then the insurance company sent us a big ol’ check for some magical reason and I thought SCREW IT, HIGHLIGHTS HERE I COME! Highlights are good for me because then I don’t have to wash my hair every single day. Also, lighter blond hair reminds me of my youth and that is good all around.

Today we are going to the dog park. Shish kabobs for dinner. Painting in between. Self portraits in the sun. Consider a zesty nailpolish. Blah, and I’m thinking about trading in my tattered favorite purse in for a purse designed by Vans, what’s wrong with me? And Jesus, why do I suddenly have Avril Lavigne in my head? Horrible, horrible…

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I’m thinking about getting a small tattoo on my right, inner wrist. The Boy says no butterflies. I say no stars. Decisions, decisions…

This one’s for YOU, Kissy!